“I think the purest of souls, those with the most fragile of hearts, must be meant for a short life. They can't be tethered or held in your palm.

Just like a sparrow, they light on your porch. Their song might be brief, but how greedy would we be to ask for more? No, you cannot keep a sparrow. You can only hope that as they fly away, they take a little bit of you with them.”